What has become increasingly clear to me is that I am less concerned with titles, and I am more concerned with who is actually best suited to do the job.
Even as an attending, I relied heavily on our nursing staff to lean about what we could do to help patients, and how to do it more efficiently. I was constantly learning from the nursing staff and leaning on their expertise.
“Try to tell them about it, they’ll stare at you with those big round candy eyes. They won’t understand zip. It’s like trying to tell somebody what chocolate tastes like.” -Tim O’Brien, The Things They Carried
Your success is not predicated on another person’s (or group’s) failure. Success, compassion, and mercy are not finite propositions.
How did I get to this point? I consider myself to be “successful”. It’s fun to look back and try to figure out where all the forks in the road were. Now, I’m able to laugh at all the possibilities that maybe were not real possibilities. I’m amused by the “decision points”. I was going to be, in no particular order:
After all, we’ve put the Hubble Telescope into orbit to see into the farthest reaches of the galaxy. We’ve eradicated polio (if not for the anti-vaxers). We’ve invented Crystal Pepsi. We can handle this one, too.
I’ve been marinating on this one for a while. And 3.5 months into sabbatical, I think I have it. While the AMA and other governing bodies in medicine have been running around in circles lighting their heads on fire, I have the answer to address the “how to address the mental health needs of physicians” issue.
To put this simply: Life isn’t a sprint. Life deserves your best effort. It’s best not to shoot your wad on your warm-up. Easier said than done.
Home can be a bit of a nebulous concept. It’s a place. It’s people. It’s brick and mortar. It’s a geographical location. But it’s also sights, sounds, smells, and importantly (at least to me), home cooking. Home isn’t just one thing.
About mid leap, my trail leg, and specifically my trail foot, clipped the tree. This is what we call a miscalculation. Emma Coburn, I am not. I hit the deck. And by hitting the deck, I mean I fell on the trail. Hard. Boom. Down. Not only that, I had the pleasure of landing on my keys, which were by my right hip.
I’m ready; I’m ready for the laughing gas/I’m ready, for what’s next. –U2 “Zoo Station”
What next? I’ve been asked many permutations of the same question. Continue reading “Zoo Station”
I went in to Medicine with the best of intentions, to work tirelessly to do good for people, and hopefully all would turn out well. However, doctors and nurses are subject to the same stressors as other professions.
“If life has taught me one lesson repeatedly, it’s to know when I’ve been beat.” –Principal Seymour Skinner, the Simpsons
I’m a pediatrician. And I recently did something that most people in the medical world would consider career suicide. In fact, many people that I talk to don’t really seem to understand the idea. I decided to take a sabbatical.
“Because, as it turns out, you have to start somewhere.”
–Mike Birbiglia (“Sleepwalk with Me”)